The Morning You Left - Renée Boyer

it smothers the horizon a volcano in slow motionspewing lightover shadowed ground.

clouds scud across the surface, spelling out a morse code message.

things always sound more beautiful in a language you don’t understand.

Contributor's Note

Renée is a manager by day and a writer by night, and occasionally at lunchtime. She lives in beautiful Raglan, is studying part-time towards an MA in English, and while she enjoys most types of writing she has thus far had most success as a playwright.